COOL DADDY MOSES

Cool daddy moses, big ass beard naked hairy unwashed body twisted up in dirty sheets. Rolling around on a trashpicked mattress. Finally he is still, he opens his eyes. Staring up at the cieling, the broken plaster and lathe sticking through. The dust collecting on the busted floorboards a random heap of clothes spread across the room. Moses notices a china baby doll lying among a pair of womens panties. A wide smile of pearly whites breaks out among the black tufts of his healthy beard. Moses thinks back to last night and the feminine charms of Lisa Buckwalter. His eyes relax under his enormous beard. He rises up and walks into the kitchen gazing absently at the dirty dishes. Scratching his balls , the dog moo nuzzles against his shin.

Moses feeds him and checks on the young kittens and thier mongrel siamese mother with the big tits.

I am glad to be alive he prays to himself. Love with Lisa makes him smile within himself he dresses goes into the living room and pulls out his guitar and begins to play, every one is at work by now and he plays on and on for hours. Blissed out on the golden rays of the sun shining in through the windows. The mom cat with her kittens, mews a little in the closet among the dirty clothes.

Cool daddy decides to go out he precedes to don his street gear of a silver spraypainted combat helmet and warclothes. In his ripped grean fatigues and combat boots he's ready for the streets. Clumping down the stairs past mounds of debris from long gone tenants. A stack of old 60s soul doowop 45s crashing to the floor as he passes. Out onto the street past the watchful eyes of the unshaven dominican with the killers eyes who ran the candystore that dominated the dilapidated corner. Cool daddy went in and got a coconut pinapple soda as a sign of solidarity with the Dominican Brothahs. He went back out into the blistering glare reduceing the world to the outlines of the cracks in the busted up sidewalk and the occasional clumps of shade from overgrown weeds. A kid on a little wheeled bike pulls up alongside , "man whats the deal with that beard who you be? Mosis you come to lead us outa the desert?" Moses stops and looks at the kid forcing him to stop, "I ain't mosis fool I'm cool daddy now get lost little man."

ANOTHER

To draw upon another to feel anothers goodwill instead of hate.

To actually feel, to look into anothers eyes without fearing what you'll see. To talk to another, may not turn into anything, still good to talk too a women I like who likes me. Even if shes married and living in Penn State.

MEMORY BANKS

Lost in a swirl of unfulfilled lust. Interuppted by the message "application unknown" occured: error 5

I hit return instead of cancel .The page comes back to the fore, thank god. When I was young but not so young I liked to dream of tyrranesoraus rex looming over the trees of potommacc gardens.

I knew this was not true but the thought that it could be seemed to make everything easier to deal with. Sitting under a solitary tree in a field of golden grasses, soaking in the humid blast of a hot summer afternoon in D.C. The park near lincoln's son's grave, surrounded by the illusion of endless trees surrounded by endless city blocks and suburbs a billion miles away to the rapidly diminishing real thing.

The Dictators

bad news from the start all the people waiting to get in are guys. They dont open till 10 go down to the crowds on south st. Lottsa cops on Harleys pulled over a guy on a green lighted motorbike. Go into tatoo moms to piss get a beer realize I have no pencil playing with the little plastic toy on the bar, jumping frog, spinning little tops against large plastic horseflies. Looking around at the black clad rock and rollers and art school dropouts. Staring off into space and sipping my beer with them. Thinking gyro at south st. Souvlaki, friendly Gautemalans. A voice out of nowhere "this doesnt look like our kind of people?" think wha? As the door closes. Black lipsticked women says "our place, This is everybodies kind of place anybody can come here!" Nick's is still closed rick a cold hearted fuck as allways, still hasn't opened. Old boozy dude from the bar downstairs thought he was a regular trapped in the nightime crowd; down front thrashing away with the rest of us.

Aging audience of rock and rollers, beer bellies hanging proudly,I do the dance, feel so good flailing away in a sea of people much smaller than the big guys, little weight lifters and immense bouncers. Friends in possies of three or four flinging around and dominating the floor till they get tired and fling off into the cloud in a mass of bodies a slamming womb, doing that brutal pogo thats kept me sane through the years. Lungs on fire, back and feet aching. Handsome Dick manitoba screaming "who'll lead rock into the year 2000". Talking about pissing off some girl at a diner in the Bronx, talking about the big pile of food she had in front of her.

Watching this beutiful drunken white trash rock and roller girl, all night. Never saying anything to her except "excuse me gorgeous.", sexy ripped pantyhose allways drive me crazy. As I push through the crowd to the stage. I may not be able to do anything but I can Dance.

Everything loses its glitter with age. old beutiful mountain ranges seem like a field of rusting junks when I come back 12 years later.

still get the occasional buzz .

SPRUCE HILL

listening to a gospel group down the street blasting thier music which was pretty good, though they sounded like they were in my living room not two blocks away. I walk down its a band on someones porch with 15 people in thier Sunday dress out on the porch, with some gigantic speakers bringing the gospel to the nieghborhood, and some damn fine female soloists too, though they started a little sloppy by the end they were hopping . three powerful voices dueling with each other over who could praise jesus loudest with the finest voice.take some pictures of a young womens tennis shoes dancing in cement, "carla" written in the concrete with her finger . Picture this grinning black kid in pigtails. Bone thugs and hormony and jockey voices from an ancient 80"s firebird. "wahts that white guy taken pictures of? Looks like the sidewalk ." boom bah BOOM

LOGAN CIRCLE

Go bike riding in logan circle pull up take off my shoes and ride around in the fountain. riding among the jets of water, looking at the large naked bodies among the swans, copper gods of the philadelphia rivers. All these little black kids grab thier little bikes and start riding around in the water too. Check out this young women soaking her feet off the edge, laugh at the kids smile at the girl, should of talked to her this other guy got there instead as I dried out in the sun. Hell at least I made eye contact, Thinking too shy and old. Felt good looking out of the corner of my eye at her and she at me. Almost there, it felt good.

L.A.

Lost the first two days then finally coming to terms with the neutrality of the place. like all neutrality a deceptive one. In california everything is fine till it rains or doesn't then all hell breaks loose. The land a lot tougher and extreme under the easy grace of an urban car civilization friendly yet neutral hello like all the prefab buildings of the future. In the 5 Star hotel lobby, a picture of Ronald Reagan throwing a paper airplane off the balcony. Fat marble pillars everywhere some made of paper mache.

Swimming in the pool on a rare warm day, lie in the sun listening to the hum of the of the air conditioners. Feel like a charachter in a Ballard movie, high rise hotel, potted trees on all the levels of the parking garage. Start the silver sportscar in a roar and screech of breaks and squeels.

Lying naked in my bed let the light come in through the diaphanous curtains. Flickering light as I click click click across the channels.

Occasionally driving out on the long boulevards from poshness to sleaziness over 10 miles up to Griffith Observatory. Remember from previous times visiting, never really getting an idea of this place. Used to landmarks and thier being none, only freeways and distant clusters of skyskrapers.

Now it seems like a place out of my dreams sleazy yet imposing

surreal cliffs of skyskapers in landscapes of empty space.

Griffith park just like I imagined it from Tegans hallucinagenic adventures and John Rechy's of sex and commerce.

I walk the wrong way then back trying to find the Griffith observatory. And I will have completed my wierd L. A. literary trifecta of the telescope Bill Griffith uses in the zippy comics,Venice Beach and Macarther park. Only macarther park has turned totally Spanish, and I'm later told is the biggest drug and false I.D. market on the west coast it seems more like something out of Bukowski.

Nothing going on I go to Venice beach and catch the sun taking pictures of surfers and graffitteed over community centers.

Cop in a tower yells in a heavily amplified voice to get off the rocks.

The sea right here the mountains with snow in the distance.

Urban environment in a land of extremes. Everything tuned to the speeds of the automobile. My own disoriented self bumbling around from another place and time. Like St marks street on the beach filled with squatters and hippies selling pipes and homemade musical instruments.

On the stuccoe boulevards underneath the palm trees, by the sand.

PHILLY

Living in the decaying universe of of a northeast slum strangely cheap relaxed and comfortable. Luxuriateing in the tropical isle of philladelphia, all the pirates come out in the summer riding around the block in thier teeny bikes and fake eye patches. Adrift in the wind of the south seas peddling across the arid black tar and concrete vistas of powellton village. Across the bridge and into the overgrown green vagina of fairmount park. Snaking up along the flood banks of the schuykill river. Sylvan illusion among the blastesd brick row houses crammed on top of each other just beyond the horizon. Remember flying in from Denver taking off hardly a building around . Landing in Philly all you could see as far as the horizon were houses, buildings, freeways refineries, power plants and incinerators.